William McCarty, comp. The American National Song Book. 1842.
The Pennsylvania LineF
Round our sacred standard join;
Haste and buckle on your armour—
Form the Pennsylvania Line!
Pennsylvania, famed in story,
Of our federal arch the key,
Calls her sons to fields of glory,
There to die, or still live free.
Martial ardour bears the sway—
Hark! Bellona calls in thunder
To the battle march away!
Pennsylvania, &c.
Reckoning on our passive mood;
But at length our patience fail’d us,
Fired is now our Yankee blood!
Pennsylvania, &c.
Freemen’s wrath shall quickly know;
Freedom’s bird on sweeping pinions
Hurls her vengeance on the foe!
Pennsylvania, &c.
Dart a glance of thy keen eye—
View thy native state’s brave legions
March to conquer or to die!
Pennsylvania, &c.
Animates us to be free:—
Tars and soldiers all inherit
Thy undaunted bravery.
Pennsylvania, &c.
Proudly o’er the mountain wave;
Graced by Biddle, cool and daring,
And Decatur, nobly brave!
Pennsylvania, &c.
Marshall’d on the tented plains;
Prompt to aid our gallant seamen,
Break their captive brethren’s chains.
Pennsylvania, &c.
We’ll ne’er fill ignoble graves:
We will triumph, or we’ll perish,
For Colombians can’t be slaves!
Pennsylvania, &c.
Round our sacred standard join;
Haste! and buckle on your armour,
Form the Pennsylvania Line!
Pennsylvania, &c.